VITO
Today was the day we were leaving for the yacht party Valentino had invited us to. Four days ago, Enzo had come back with his report, saying Valentino was too clean. The kind of clean that made my gut twist. Nobody in power ever came out spotless, there was always dirt, always blood somewhere under the nails.
The morning felt too calm, Ortensia excitement buzzing like static. Meanwhile, I couldn't shake the unease crawling beneath my skin. Something about Valentino didn't sit right with me.
Enzo had said, "Boss, there's nothing... no debts, no bribes, no shady deals. The man's record is perfect."
In this world, perfection was the biggest lie of all. I'd seen men hide their sins, I'd seen angels with knives under their wings.
"You're going to make us late, doll!" I cal
